IT’S OK TO STARE   No matter how I try, I can’t stop staring at her. It’s just not possible, and despite the cacophony of the honking cars behind me, carrying their frazzled and banal cargo, I slow down even more to stare.  I really don’t care, you see, she’s always there for me, no matter what weak element attempts to deface her.  It seems she laughs at the swirling blizzards, gale force w Read More